The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 133

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 133
Crash–….
The walls of the vast Training Hall crumbled, sending debris cascading down. Stone fragments rolled across the floor as dust filled the entire space.
The wall was completely destroyed.
Piercing through it, a hidden projectile was embedded in the ground.
Examining the small hidden projectiles that had created this spectacle, I found myself unable to utter a single word.
After standing there in a daze for quite some time.
“…Huh…?”
The single sound I barely managed to produce was utterly pathetic.
“That’s….”
What was that?
I used it myself, yet I don’t understand it.
What was that? What in the world was that?
If I’m not mistaken, what I just used was….
[Ten Thousand Flowers Raining Down…?]
Yoo Cheon-gil answers in my stead. The Old Man seemed quite shocked as well, covering his large mouth with his hand.
[…What is this.]
Even that remarkable man couldn’t comprehend the situation, his shocked eyes soon contorting in bewilderment.
[How did you manage this.]
Unable to make sense of it no matter how hard he thought, he now turned the question to me.
The problem was.
‘…How should I know?’
I don’t understand it either. How did I just do that?
The moment I touched the hidden projectile, my hand moved of its own accord. Suddenly, energy surged through my body, and the projectile was released.
The projectile that flew forth.
‘…Was a bombardment itself.’
It became a violent barrage that completely destroyed the wall.
The firepower was incomparable to the Ten Thousand Flowers Raining Down that Dokuou had attempted.
As if to prove this was the real thing, it possessed an intense and savage momentum that was truly remarkable-
Stagger-!
“…!”
Mid-thought, one knee buckled beneath me. The characteristic sharp pain of dizziness flooded my head.
“…Hah….”
Wondering why this was happening, I checked my body and understood.
‘My inner energy….’
The inner energy that had filled me vanished in an instant. I had consumed some before, and having reached its peak, I had believed the amount to be substantial.
Yet it had nearly all disappeared from a single technique.
‘What in the world.’
Such absurd consumption? It was worse than when I had drawn out Sword Force.
Thus, around the time I was kneeling, exhausted and breathing heavily.
“…Hah….”
The figure behind me, Dokuou, exhaled a hollow sigh.
Hearing that, I immediately turned my head.
He wasn’t looking at me.
He stood frozen, staring intently at the wall I had destroyed.
The subtle energy that emerged from the debris.
The intense spectacle created by the small dagger—Dokuou’s eyes were captivated by it, and he remained rigid as stone for a long while. Then, as time passed and he finally shifted his gaze to look at me, I couldn’t help but shudder at the desperate yearning burning in his eyes.
I couldn’t help but shudder at the intense longing burning in his eyes.

I barely escaped the Training Hall as if fleeing.
After that, Dokuou tried by any means to detain me and pressed me for answers about the Ten Thousand Heavens Myriad Rains, but there was little I could say.
‘It just worked when I did it.’
I simply grasped the dagger and executed it according to the sensation described in the book, and it succeeded.
At my words, Dokuou seemed to lose his voice.
Well, it made sense—he couldn’t accomplish what I had just casually achieved, and moreover, it was his clan’s secret technique and symbol. That reaction was natural.
I understood his response, but….
‘What does he expect me to do about it?’
As I’d said before, there was nothing I could do for him.
‘I don’t even understand how I used it myself.’
How had I been able to use the Ten Thousand Heavens Myriad Rains?
It was far too strange to call it an attempt at something.
The moment I grasped the dagger, my body moved of its own accord.
‘I wasn’t controlling my own energy either.’
The energy moved as if possessed by its own will and executed the martial technique.
Therefore, the most bewildered person was myself.
‘How exactly did I use it?’
My expression was filled with confusion.
Naturally, it had to be. Setting aside the fact that I had somehow used the Ten Thousand Heavens Myriad Rains.
The very act of using it was the problem itself.
‘I don’t possess the Dang Clan’s core cultivation method.’
Clan martial techniques—if they were considered secret arts, they naturally required the core cultivation method of that clan or sect.
Attempting to use a martial technique without possessing it in one’s body would ordinarily cause backlash, twisting the meridians.
In other words.
‘One would fall into Demonic Cultivation Deviation.’
It was obvious that I would succumb to Demonic Cultivation Deviation, which was tantamount to death for a martial artist.
‘How is this possible?’
My body showed no signs of such a condition.
My energy had simply been drained completely. Beyond that, there was no significant exhaustion.
How could this be?
How could this be possible?
Perhaps if it were Yoo Cheon-gil, he might know something. With that hope, I look toward the old man.
[…That fellow certainly has a peculiar body.]
‘….’
He too merely gazed at me with curiosity, as if he didn’t particularly know anything either.
This is driving me mad.
[How is it that the blood meridians aren’t tangled? Good heavens. Did you do something without my knowing?]
“What could I have done? Even if I had, I couldn’t have done it without knowing, and if you don’t know, how could I possibly know?”
The greatest of this age and the supreme under heaven.
If Yoo Cheon-gil, once called the pinnacle of martial artists, didn’t know about this, there was no way I could.
[Hmm….]
Knowing that much, Yoo Cheon-gil simply continued to regard me with wonder.
Rather than wonder, I was too busy examining myself with a bewildered expression.
Was something wrong with my body? That thought troubled me.
‘I can’t make sense of this.’
With nothing to understand, my mind grew only more tangled.
During that time, as I repeated the same thoughts endlessly.
‘Wait.’
Suddenly, something flickered across my mind.
‘Could it be?’
Furrowing my brow, I recalled something that had happened not long ago.
It was when Dokjon achieved enlightenment and gave me his energy.
Could that have been the problem?
No matter how I thought about it, if there was a problem, it could only be that.
If that were the case.
‘How?’
What did Dokjon give me when he left?
If something happened because he gave me something other than energy, what could it be? As I pondered this for some time.
[Good lad.]
Yoo Cheon-gil called to me.
“Yes.”
[Step aside for a moment.]
At his words, my eyes opened slightly. I thought I understood what he intended to do.
Without protest, I closed my eyes.
In that moment, I felt Yoo Cheon-gil enter my body.
Whoooosh—!!
Immediately, the energy circulates.
It swiftly courses through my entire body before seeping back into my dantian.
And then.
“Ah!”
Yoo Cheon-gil utters a single exclamation from within my body before withdrawing once more.
[Heh?]
“Why do you ask, sir?”
[What an absurd situation.]
His reaction was unusual. Was something wrong? Troubled by the uncertainty, I pressed for answers.
[…I see.]
“Yes.”
[So your family is the Yeolyeongbangga Clan, you said.]
“That’s correct.”
It was a place I found shameful and regrettable to reveal, yet it was my home.
But why was he suddenly asking about that?
As I pondered this question and looked at Yoo Cheon-gil.
[…Exactly. What is the true nature of your family?]
“…What?”
An oddly phrased question reached my ears.
“What is my family, you ask?”
What is a Bang Clan? A Bang Clan is a Bang Clan. A crumbling ruin of a clan in Yeolyeong. That was what the Bang Clan was.
Yoo Cheon-gil should have known this well, yet I was bewildered by his sudden words.
However.
[I see.]
Even at my confused expression, Yoo Cheon-gil’s face remained grave.
With an intensely solemn and hardened countenance, Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me.
[The aura of the Dang Clan is currently seeping into your body.]
“…What?”
My brow furrowed sharply. What nonsense was this?
“The aura of the Dang Clan….”
Did he mean the Dang Clan’s Heart Technique?
“Why would that be in my body…?”
It made no sense. The Dang Clan’s Heart Technique could only be implanted in one’s body after enduring excruciating and agonizing torture.
Even setting that aside.
‘How could another aura enter my body?’
My body was already at maximum capacity.
I originally possessed the Bang Clan’s Heart Technique.
And Yoo Cheon-gil had forcibly implanted the Moonlit Heart Technique into that same body.
If this were to go haywire, my body could rupture, which is why I had been compelled to dedicate myself to cultivation.
‘And now the Dang Clan’s aura on top of this?’
It meant my body should have burst long ago.
Faced with such an absurd claim, I could not hastily deny it.
‘If it’s like this.’
The reason I could use the Myriad Heaven Rainfall Technique was being partially satisfied.
However.
“How is that even possible?”
I needed to understand how such a thing could occur here.
If what Yoo Cheon-gil said was true, then by my own logic, I should have succumbed to demonic possession long ago, not to mention my body should have burst apart.
At my urgent question, Yoo Cheon-gil regarded me with a deeply troubled expression.
[What do they call the Yeolyeongbangga’s internal cultivation technique?]
“…The Bangho Bright Technique, perhaps?”
[Yes. That technique.]
“What about it?”
The Bangho Bright Technique was the internal cultivation method of the Yeolyeongbangga Clan and a martial art passed down through the bloodline.
Among us, only my older brother and I had learned it, while my sister, being female, never even received the inheritance of this technique.
My sister would often grumble about such discrimination, though she never voiced her complaints too loudly.
Now that I think about it, it seemed she had already made up her mind to run away.
But even setting that aside.
‘Why would anyone covet such a pathetic technique?’
For all its claims of being a bloodline-inherited technique, the Bangho Bright Technique was truly worthless.
‘I’ve heard that other renowned clans’ techniques accumulate qi with every breath.’
The Bangho Bright Technique had no such quality.
It absorbed qi from the atmosphere slowly, and even what it did absorb was stored so poorly it was laughable.
Why had I remained third-rate even after cultivating this technique for ten years?
Perhaps talent played a role.
‘But fundamentally, our clan’s technique is garbage.’
This third-rate technique with virtually no return on investment.
I had been certain that was the reason.
It made sense.
‘Compared to the Qingyue Heart Technique, the difference is staggering.’
The Qingyue Heart Technique, called a divine technique.
After learning it, the comparison became undeniably clear.
‘They’re on completely different levels.’
The absorption speed alone.
The solidity and purity that accumulated in the body—in every aspect, it surpassed the Bangho Bright Technique.
I had to admit it.
‘Our clan’s technique is garbage.’
With such a pathetic technique, it was inevitable the clan would fall.
That’s how I had come to accept it.
“…Why this suddenly?”
Why the Bangho Bright Technique all of a sudden?
I looked at Yoo Cheon-gil with confusion in my eyes.
Could this somehow be connected to my current condition? That couldn’t be possible.
I couldn’t see any connection whatsoever.
In that moment of bewilderment, Yoo Cheon-gil spoke.
[The protective technique within your body is preventing the collision with other energies.]
“…What?”
I gave a foolish response upon hearing those words.
What did he say…?
[The Cyan Moon Heart Technique wishes to tear apart the Dang Clan bastard’s energy this very moment. But the Bang Clan’s heart technique is blocking it in between, preventing a rampage.]
“…Is such a thing even possible?”
[It shouldn’t be.]
Emotion bloomed across Yoo Cheon-gil’s previously expressionless face.
Witnessing it, I couldn’t help but flinch.
He was smiling.
Yoo Cheon-gil’s mouth split wide with laughter, as if he’d discovered something amusing.
Exhilaration.
Joy.
Or perhaps rapture.
It was a fervent expression brimming with every conceivable delight.
[I have never witnessed such a thing in all my existence. Even the Celestial Demon never displayed anything like this. What on earth is this? Ah, I see.]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s enormous face drew close before my eyes.
[What exactly is the Bang Clan’s true identity?]
At that question, my pupils trembled wildly.
What is this heart technique, and what is the Bang Clan’s true nature?
‘I have no damn idea….’
That was the very question I most wanted to ask.

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